Of the crumbling roads,
And the lazy fields,
There's a heart at ease,
And a mind that builds,
There's an eye that sleeps,
And the other one awes
At the beauty of this world
In spite of the flaws,
It was the horizon,
And the vertical sky,
That captured my breath,
And ousted a sigh,
It was when the sun shivered,
And the clouds did blush,
The trees stood in shadows,
And mountains had flushed,
On moments like this,
My soul's wide awake,
And each single second
Is a chance I must take,
For in sceneries like this,
It's why photos were made,
For photographs remember,
Yet these memories fade.
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Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|
Poetry"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
